Emilia's POV
"Dale, Dylan, dale. You got this! Stand right in there, don't be afraid of the ball." Mom cheers from the stands. It was back to school time and Alex was back in baseball.
"Just shake it off, Dylan! Shake it off! Yes! Way to take one for the team!" Mom says after Dylan gets hit with the ball.
"Ay, por el amor de Dios... it is so hot." Abuelita complains while rubbing some rum on her neck.
"All right, Mami, let's do the wave. Okay." Mom says then her, Abuelita, and Schneider do a wave while cheering.
"Nope." Elena and I say not doing the wave with them.
"Boo! Lame." Mom and and Abuelita exclaim at our protest.
"Okay, let's eat. Mami, comida." Mom says finally having a seat.
"Okay, the rice and the frijoles are in the pickle jar... and the lechón is in the butter tub... Mm-hmm. ...and the cookies are in the cookie tin, but they are not the same cookies that came with the tin." Abuelita explains as she pulls out all the food.
"We forgot the napkins. Grab some from the snack bar. They make you buy something, so one of you needs to create a distraction. Elena, do that thing and ask if there's high-fructose corn syrup in the ketchup. When she's boring the guy to death, grab the napkins and run." Mom suggests.
"Or I could just buy something?" Schneider explains.
"You're hilarious." mom laughs.
Elena Schneider and I get up to go to the snack stand for napkins. To my and Elena's surprise Schneider shares a quick conversation with the worker in Spainish.
"I blew your mente, right? I've been taking Spanish classes on the DL so I can be a more productive member of the family. No offense." Schneider says turning to the both of us.
"Why be offended? You're not family." Elena tells him jokingly.
" You know I hate that joke. Anyway, I always thought I was homolingual, turns out I'm bi." Schneider says leaning against the counter.
"Now I'm a little offended." Elena exclaims to him. The worker comes back and asked Schneider if his daughters needed anything while pointing to me and elena.
"What? He thinks you're my daughter. There's something wrong with your ojos, hombre. That means eyes." Schneider laughs off.
"I know what it means. I mean, he's clearly a white guy and were clearly Latinx." Elena says next.
"Okay." The worker says not understanding.
"Oh, sorry. Latinx is a gender-neutral alternative to Latino or Latina." I explain even though I'm sure he didn't care.
"Okay." The worker says again clearly done with the conversation.
"And I'm clearly too young to have a 16-year-old." Schneider tried to defend.
"Actually..." I start explaining because it was very well possible.
"We're both offended!" Schneider exclaims. The worker offers Schneider a compliment and the two fist bump before the worker turns to wipe down the counters.
"Anyway, listen, I know your Spanish isn't exactly totes bueno... so, if you want, I can teach you." Schneider tries offering Elena.
"Yeah, I don't think so." Elena says brushing him off.
"En español..." Schneider says after tisking in disapproval.
"I will rip your beard off and feed it to you." Elena says in annoyance.
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The Days of Emilia
ChickLitEmilia Alvarez is the younger twin sister to Elena Alvarez. They are as close as twins can be. The two are opposites in some ways, but find common interest in other things as well. Sometimes living with a younger brother, mom, and Abulita can get a...
